Rage (Blue Rose Series Book 1)

Chapter 2

After unpacking everything, I grabbed my key and walked out of my dorm. The hallways were filled with girls with their parents and families, all moving into new rooms. Tears filled their eyes, and promises of daily calls were made. I walked through it all with my head held up high. I took the elevator down to the first floor from the fourth floor and walked out the front double doors, and breathed in the fresh air. I kept walking toward my destination. I walked without paying attention to what was around me, looking like the rest of the clueless students here.

"Heads up!" A deep voice yelled.

I turned toward the voice and watched as a football came hurling at me. I didn't move out of the way; instead, I positioned my body so that it'll only hit my shoulder rather than my face. When it hit me, I went down with it.

"Oh shit! Are you okay?"

I groaned and rubbed my shoulder. That was going to leave a bruise.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the warning." I laughed.

I got a closer look at him as he bent down to help me up. His blonde hair looked more golden in the sun. He had crystal blue eyes, full pink lips, and a smile that gave you typical boy next door vibes. He'd be the kind of guy I would ruin, and eventually, I will.

"We didn't see you until it was too late." He gestured to a group of guys that had already grabbed the ball and began playing without him.

He wasn't the only guy I hoped would come over to help me. I should have known Randall Walton wouldn't help me; it wasn't in his self-centered nature. Standing over six feet tall, he had dirty blonde hair, fair skin, and green eyes. As far as Randall knew, I was single. He preferred women who had a boyfriend. I didn't understand why. Maybe it was the challenge; he probably got some kind of high when he stole someone else's girlfriend.

"It's fine." I gave him a reassuring smile.

I walked away, and he caught up to me.

"Let me guess, freshmen?"

"Actually, I'm a transfer. This is my junior year:"

"Ah, how do you like the campus so far?"

"It's fine; a lot to take in."

"I know, when I first came here, I was overwhelmed, but if you want, I could give you a tour?"

"I think I'll manage. You should be more focused on not hitting girls with your balls."

He laughed at the obvious corny joke. "Already giving me bedroom tips? My, my, have we gone far."

I rolled my eyes. "Already being a douchebag, and I've only known you for less than five minutes."

I started to walk away again, and he caught up to me once more:

"I'm sorry. Let me start over. I'm Edward Reyes."

"Nice to meet you, Edward. I'm Lena Warren."

"Warren? As in Henry Warren, the owner of Warren Investments?"

"Yeah. I don't like to describe Henry like that."

"I didn't know he had any kids."

"I'm adopted," I said.

I, of course, left out the part that Henry only adopted me so we could both get our revenge. It was a simple deal. He trained me and gave me food and shelter. In exchange, we both take down our enemies. Good deal all around. Our relationship at times felt more like coworkers than father and daughter. I loved him like a father, though, and I know he felt the same about me, even if it was probably somewhere deep, deep down. As far as anyone knew, he adopted me when I was ten rather than at seventeen.